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I'm not that great for titling my works. So if you haev a title for this poem, please post it. thank you.
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This poem is about eating disorders. Not that I have one, but some of my friends do, and it's a topic that interests me.
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so many questions
regarding to that night
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Slipping, Falling,
She can't get up.
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Hello, how are you?
I'm screaming inside
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there she goes,
here it comes,
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The excitement of a simple night out turned intense,The pain of a teenage heartthrob after the goddamn backseat is empty.The need to feel a
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Isn't it sad the way our parents try so hard?
They make a pretty baby-room to get you of on a good start
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Their tasty smells tantalize me from the shelves.
Can I have just one little bite?
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They say I am a hybrid.
A dangerous mix
by Viva La Vie Boheme
57 lines, 2 comments,
on May 27 11:06 AM. In Contest, Eating disorder, Anorexia, Bulimia, Thoughts, Life, Personal, Sad, Noguest
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I go out at night
putt on a pretty dress
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I once knew a girl,
so happy on the outside.
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Possibly unsuitable for anyone under the age of 16. Proceed at your own risk.
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by KissMeImContagious
72 lines, 5 comments,
on May 22 9:07 PM. In Personal, Thoughts, Life, Dark, Pain, Eating Disorder, Cutting, Emo, Angst
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They say i'm getting too skinny
That it doesn't look good
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Calm and peace-full on the outside now,
You think the storm is over.
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I'm growing tired of this hopeless life of mine
Pretending i am happy now, pretending that i'm fine
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My dearest friend, i dedicate this poem to you
You never use of hurt me, you alway's help me through,
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My mind fills with thoughts as i try to go to sleep.
I think of what i ate today, counting calories in-staid of sheep.
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See me, I died today,
bulimia and anorexia took me away,
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by KissMeImContagious
75 lines, 6 comments,
on May 7 6:01 PM. In Personal, Thoughts, Dark, Pain, Angst, Weird, Emo, Escape, Eating Disorder
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Filling the empty space,
With things other than ((that)),
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Misery begins to falter, breaking its bond,
Thus freeing you of self-hatred and all its allies.
by ZeInkslinger Of God
40 lines, 2 comments,
2 days ago. In hope, life, contest, eating disorder, personal, whatever, other, thoughts, pa
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"that's what I like to hear, now back to the floor,
three hundred sit-ups, then three hundred more!"
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The battle you can not see with your untamed eyes,
It’s a war that’s happening inside,
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Caught between currents, my soul's split in two.
My purest self has dreary undertones.
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